Runner Tom
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Tom’s stroll shattered as a snarling dog lunged from the shadows, teeth bared. He bolted, heart pounding—one stumble and those jaws would clamp down. The path ahead twisted with chaos: spiders scuttled underfoot, birds dive-bombed from above. Survival meant motion. *Swip...e up—leap*—a feathered bullet missed his skull. *Swipe down—slide*—spider silk grazed his ankles. Every split-second choice burned his muscles. The dog’s breath seared his heels. No pauses. No missteps. Just adrenaline and reflexes, racing toward the distant glow of safety. more
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